Chapter 1

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Ayra POV

I gasped out of breath with sweat on my forehead, water shedding from my eyes and heaving chest. I woke up slowly and brought my shivering hands close to my face and pressing my forehead with a hope to stop the sinister voice from ringing in my head.

After calming myself, I gulped some water and went out of my room to seek some comfort from my grandparents - but seeing them sleeping soo peacefully I didn't have a heart to bother them at this time. I went back to my room and shut its door behind me.

I turned on the lights and went near my cupboard and opened the right cupboard door and pulled a small latch on the down side corner draw in my cupboard and took an album out of it.

Placing it on my bed, I opened the big album and I was greeted with the sight of happy couple. I softly ran my fingers on those photos and my eyes welled up with unshead tears.

Those were the photos of my parents from early stages of their engagement to my moms baby shower. They seemed to be happy and content with each other in every photo as their eyes were brimming with happiness, joy and love towards each other.

Whenever I achieve anything I wanted to share the happiness with my parents, whenever I felt like giving up I wanted my parents to be beside me and assure me that everything is going to be fine. Whenever this world is cruel to me I wanted them to protect me - but all of these are my dreams, I never experienced a father's love and mothers embrace. I never knew how it was like to have parents, I never knew how a father protects and how a mother pampers.

I was never been able to witness their smile - they were gone !!! Gone before I opened my eyes, leaving me alone in this cruel world.

Everyone thinks my life is a fairytale but only I knew what a terrible nightmare it is. I have a loving grandma but still she was not able to protect me from the demons that were lurking around to Devore me.

Once I gave up on everything, unable to bear the nightmare's and suffering's but he helped me to hold onto the last string of my heart - I wanted him in my life and wanted to share my life with him. I wanted to love and cherish him with my life and soul but I can't be selfish and ruin his life as he deserves much better than unlike a worthless human like me.

I still hear the voices to submit myself - how much I wanted to do it but I can't because if I do, my grandma will be left alone in this world and she can't take anymore heartbreaking news - so I can't disclose this to her and I would do my best to keep this a secret from her.

I wiped off my tear's and closed the album - mommy, daddy if you were alive, would my life be different from now ???   

I safely placed the album back and went to the washroom to wash my face and came back. After I was done I saw it's almost 6 am  and went into shower - I went to the small closet of my room to dress up, comb my hair before weaving into a side brad. I grabbed my phone, bag and coat before I stepped out of my room.

I headed down and joined my grandma in the pooja room .... when she was almost done with her prayer she asked me to take the Aarti and prasadam.
After taking the prasadam I grabbed my car key's and started to my work, I work in AP hospitals as a gynecologist.

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